We had intended to visit a museum today — and in a way we did. The British Cemetery in Funchal records the histories of many lives and loves, of those who arrived here, stayed here, died here. Like any cemetery, this one had graves, stones and monuments. Like many, it had flowers. But unlike any other I’ve seen, this one had a vegetable garden.

Tucked along the wall were cherry tomatoes, onions, spinach and squash. Rosemary and sage scented the air. With a wall to break the wind, palm branches to filter the sun and watering cans stationed every few feet, these plants are thriving. They are a gentle, green reminder that life goes on.